Date: 1778, 1788

"Thy tragic pencil, Aristides, caught / Each varied feeling, and each tender thought; / While moral virtue sanctified thy art, / And passion gave it empire o'er the heart."

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1779

"Whate'er this voice by sceptics may be found, / Faction's false cry, or Truth's prophetic sound, / Let ev'ry Briton, with bold Blake, proclaim, / His ruling passion is his Country's fame!."

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1780

"Thy mind expanded to her empire's bound; / There every Science a firm station found."

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1781

"Well may'st thou bend o'er this congenial sphere; / For Sensibility is sovereign here."

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1782

"Say! wilt Thou listen to his weaker strains, / Who pants to range round Fancy's rich domains; / To vindicate her empire, and disown / Proud System, seated on her injur'd throne?"

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1782

"Let Critic Reason all her light diffuse / O'er the wide empire of this injur'd [Epic] Muse"

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1788

"While Mercy bids admiring nations own, / Thy sword her weapon, and thy heart her throne, / My love need only to thy thought commend / One dearer life, which, mighty God! defend."

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1795

One may have "The throne of Virtue in [his] steadfast heart"

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)